Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the beauty and strength of summer while calling for its gentleness in nature.
William Blake's quote personifies summer as a powerful entity that must be tempered to bring joy rather than destruction. It invites the reader to appreciate the vibrant life and warmth of summer, while also recognizing the need for balance, depicting nature as both majestic and nurturing.
In practice
A speaker at an environmental conference might quote this to emphasize the beauty of nature and the need for its preservation.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
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That grand old poem called Winter
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